[fic] Show and Tell
Title: Show and Tell
Rating: PG-13
Genre: I don't...really know. Romance?
Featuring: TVXQ!; YunJae
Warning: There is some vague piercing fetish in here, but there's nothing explicitly sexual so I don't think it really counts. But you might. I don't really know.
I started writing this as little_passions' birthday fic, but if you don't want it, I totally understand. :P
Show and Tell
“I want you to mark me.”
It was one little statement, one seemingly innocuous group of words that started everything. Yunho paused, the movement abrupt and somewhat jerky and his hands tensed around the porcelain cup he’d been trying to eradicate ancient coffee stains from for several minutes now.
“Um,” Yunho swallowed, “I don’t -” He set the cup down and turned around, slowly, and hesitantly, because he just couldn’t find the words to say. But how could he when he wasn’t even certain of what Jaejoong meant?
“It’s okay,” Jaejoong said, and there was a devious glint in his eyes that Yunho knew very well when it came to the bedroom. Now, however, outside of it and in very public domain he hadn’t a clue what to make of it. “Just say yes. Please.”
“What do you mean, ‘mark’?” Yunho asked instead, standing his ground stubbornly as Jaejoong attempted to lead him away.
Squeezing the wet warmth in his hands, Jaejoong’s lips twitched and he tugged on Yunho again. “I love you,” he said quietly. Yunho let his defenses slip to the ground and shatter into several large shards, Jaejoong was rarely this expressive. He had developed an aversion to saying such things because he was of the type to show rather than tell. Jaejoong had seen and heard enough empty promises and stark lies to know that words were never enough, but now, it seemed they were all he had.
It was then Yunho saw the glint in Jaejoong’s eyes for what it was: a shield. Behind it laid a desperate vulnerability and weeping need, the true colors of his essence. Acquiescing, Yunho dried off his soapy hands and let his boyfriend lead him to their bedroom.
At least we’re home alone, Yunho thought, and watched the lithe curve of Jaejoong’s body as he rummaged through his personal dresser. From within he retrieved a small package, passing it to Yunho with the faintest of quivers in his hands.
“I trust you.” Jaejoong exhaled and removed his wife-beater, his body full of lean and still developing muscle. “I love you and I trust you, completely.”
Yunho nearly dropped the package when he realized what was inside. His grip tightened, and he fixes a gaze levelly onto Jaejoong. What the fuck was he supposed to do with a goddamn needle?
“Everything is in there,” Jaejoong spoke again, beckoning Yunho toward him with a look. “Just do it.”
Yunho opened his mouth, then closed it quickly as soon as he realized any protest was futile. Jaejoong had made up his mind, and Yunho could not deny the twisting fascination within him.
“Where?” he asked. Yunho sat down on the edge of the bed, putting the item together with a precarious curiosity. It was a simple enough device.
“Here.” The way Jaejoong flushed and motioned to his chest had Yunho’s cock thickening.
“Okay.”
Yunho soon discovered he knew much more about body piercings than he initially thought. It wasn’t something he had an interest in, but he’d seen Jaejoong play around with needles enough to understand how it worked. He had pierced his own belly button after all, a glinting silver reminder nestled not too far above a sparse trail of dark hair.
It was over almost too soon. Yunho robotically tweaked his nipple until it was roseate and peaked, swabbed an alcohol wipe over it for sterilization, and shoved the needle through. It was beautiful, the way Jaejoong’s body tensed and the sound of his breath catching in his throat. Unsure of what to do next, Yunho let Jaejoong coach him through fitting the piercing.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong breathed, taking a deep, steady breath.
“How does it feel?” Yunho asked. Jaejoong’s nipple had turned a bright red and bled a little, and Yunho was as delicate as he could be as he cleaned it.
“It feels like sex.”
Yunho’s lips quirked upward. He threaded his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair before leaning down for a kiss, a bare brushing of lips that made his heart skip a beat. Then to the corner of his mouth, the apple of his cheeks, along his jawline, and to the hollow of Jaejoong’s throat, Yunho’s mouth caressed with a nimble expertise that had Jaejoong sighing in obvious pleasure.
“You’re beautiful,” Yunho said, hesitating before he let his lips ghost along the new addition to Jaejoong’s body.
Thank you for loving me. Thank you for trusting me.
The taste lingered on his lips, ripe and coppery as his tongue picked up the faintest of traces.
“You and me,” Jaejoong breathed out. “Always.”
Rating: PG-13
Genre: I don't...really know. Romance?
Featuring: TVXQ!; YunJae
Warning: There is some vague piercing fetish in here, but there's nothing explicitly sexual so I don't think it really counts. But you might. I don't really know.
I started writing this as little_passions' birthday fic, but if you don't want it, I totally understand. :P
Show and Tell
“I want you to mark me.”
It was one little statement, one seemingly innocuous group of words that started everything. Yunho paused, the movement abrupt and somewhat jerky and his hands tensed around the porcelain cup he’d been trying to eradicate ancient coffee stains from for several minutes now.
“Um,” Yunho swallowed, “I don’t -” He set the cup down and turned around, slowly, and hesitantly, because he just couldn’t find the words to say. But how could he when he wasn’t even certain of what Jaejoong meant?
“It’s okay,” Jaejoong said, and there was a devious glint in his eyes that Yunho knew very well when it came to the bedroom. Now, however, outside of it and in very public domain he hadn’t a clue what to make of it. “Just say yes. Please.”
“What do you mean, ‘mark’?” Yunho asked instead, standing his ground stubbornly as Jaejoong attempted to lead him away.
Squeezing the wet warmth in his hands, Jaejoong’s lips twitched and he tugged on Yunho again. “I love you,” he said quietly. Yunho let his defenses slip to the ground and shatter into several large shards, Jaejoong was rarely this expressive. He had developed an aversion to saying such things because he was of the type to show rather than tell. Jaejoong had seen and heard enough empty promises and stark lies to know that words were never enough, but now, it seemed they were all he had.
It was then Yunho saw the glint in Jaejoong’s eyes for what it was: a shield. Behind it laid a desperate vulnerability and weeping need, the true colors of his essence. Acquiescing, Yunho dried off his soapy hands and let his boyfriend lead him to their bedroom.
At least we’re home alone, Yunho thought, and watched the lithe curve of Jaejoong’s body as he rummaged through his personal dresser. From within he retrieved a small package, passing it to Yunho with the faintest of quivers in his hands.
“I trust you.” Jaejoong exhaled and removed his wife-beater, his body full of lean and still developing muscle. “I love you and I trust you, completely.”
Yunho nearly dropped the package when he realized what was inside. His grip tightened, and he fixes a gaze levelly onto Jaejoong. What the fuck was he supposed to do with a goddamn needle?
“Everything is in there,” Jaejoong spoke again, beckoning Yunho toward him with a look. “Just do it.”
Yunho opened his mouth, then closed it quickly as soon as he realized any protest was futile. Jaejoong had made up his mind, and Yunho could not deny the twisting fascination within him.
“Where?” he asked. Yunho sat down on the edge of the bed, putting the item together with a precarious curiosity. It was a simple enough device.
“Here.” The way Jaejoong flushed and motioned to his chest had Yunho’s cock thickening.
“Okay.”
Yunho soon discovered he knew much more about body piercings than he initially thought. It wasn’t something he had an interest in, but he’d seen Jaejoong play around with needles enough to understand how it worked. He had pierced his own belly button after all, a glinting silver reminder nestled not too far above a sparse trail of dark hair.
It was over almost too soon. Yunho robotically tweaked his nipple until it was roseate and peaked, swabbed an alcohol wipe over it for sterilization, and shoved the needle through. It was beautiful, the way Jaejoong’s body tensed and the sound of his breath catching in his throat. Unsure of what to do next, Yunho let Jaejoong coach him through fitting the piercing.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong breathed, taking a deep, steady breath.
“How does it feel?” Yunho asked. Jaejoong’s nipple had turned a bright red and bled a little, and Yunho was as delicate as he could be as he cleaned it.
“It feels like sex.”
Yunho’s lips quirked upward. He threaded his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair before leaning down for a kiss, a bare brushing of lips that made his heart skip a beat. Then to the corner of his mouth, the apple of his cheeks, along his jawline, and to the hollow of Jaejoong’s throat, Yunho’s mouth caressed with a nimble expertise that had Jaejoong sighing in obvious pleasure.
“You’re beautiful,” Yunho said, hesitating before he let his lips ghost along the new addition to Jaejoong’s body.
Thank you for loving me. Thank you for trusting me.
The taste lingered on his lips, ripe and coppery as his tongue picked up the faintest of traces.
“You and me,” Jaejoong breathed out. “Always.”